Vortex Lord
Chapter 001 – The Meeting, and a Legend's Birth
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Stephen Canfield's portals lead to somewhere, be it a different space, different time, or different dimension. Most of the time the stuff is shredded, but Stephen had the luck of surviving. However, he ended up in a room whose occupants are Lily and Harry Potter. Before he can figure out what's going on, Stephen and baby Harry are at Ground Zero of a meeting between Stephen's portals and Avada Kedavra, changing the world forever. How will Harry fare with 'the power the Dark Lord knows not'?
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"I won't be a monster!" Stephen shouted as he extended his arm into a new vortex, sucking him in. The last thing he heard before he disappeared was Clair shouting before he disappeared off the face of that earth forever. Surprisingly enough, while everything went black, it wasn't a case of death or unconsciousness, but just a case of no light. He was being thrown around a lot, but he felt more-or-less like he would survive.
Just as soon as it started, it was all over. He was thrown out of the portal at high speeds, and just before he hit the adjacent wall, he saw what looked like a crib. The pain from hitting the wall was intense, but it wasn't as bad as when he fell to the floor. As he groaned and started to get up, he could see that he had landed on a small glass table, which accounted for the pain lancing through his back and his legs. As he looked around the room, he noticed two things; one, he was in a nursery, if the cradle and walls being light blue had anything to do with it. The second thing he noticed was he wasn't alone; there was a redhead in her twenties or so who looked to be wearing…robes? In her arms was a baby, about a year or two old. As he was getting up, he noticed the redhead was pointing a something at him…was that a stick?
"How…how did you get in here? Where did you come from?"
"Sorry ma'am," he told her as he held his hands up to show her he didn't have any weapons; well, he always had his vortexes for a last resort, but she didn't need to know that. "I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here, but I'll get out of your way."
"Wh..wait! Please help me! Can you fight?"
Fight? What was she talking about? Just before he was about to ask what she was talking about, pain from the glass embedded in his back and legs and the impact into the wall made itself known again. As he groaned in pain, he heard what sounded like fighting downstairs, along with loud booms.
"Please," she begged him. "I don't know how long until he kills my husband and comes up here and kills me and Harry."
Guessing that the baby was Harry, he spoke through the pain. "I'm sorry, but in the condition I'm in, I'll just slow down your guest downstairs for a second at most."
"Please, you have to try, I don't have the strength to hold him off myself. The only thing that could probably help would be…the ritual! Quick, how strong is your magic?"
"Magic?" He said confused, before realizing that she must be confusing his powers with witchcraft. It had happened a lot he had heard (along with theories of governmental experimenting , advanced scientific weaponry, and even alien abduction), but how did she know?
Before he was able to answer, he heard a thump from downstairs, and then footsteps coming up some stairs.
"Oh Merlin, he's coming, which means…" He heard her say, with tears coming down her face. Quickly, she turned to him, and, before his shocked eyes, used to stick to make a Webley Mk IV .38/200 Service Revolver appear from thin air, before holding it out to him. "Please, help."
Sighing, and mumbling under his breath about his bad luck, he took the revolver and checked it like he had been taught those times he had went to a gun club with friends. "So," he said while checking to see if there were bullets, "Who the hell did I manage to get in the way of? Is it a Gang member? A druggie? A seriously large and very violent ex with multiple convictions?
She let out a strangled laugh that had a hysterical edge to it while putting Harry the baby in his crib, before pointing the stick at the door. "Oh, I wish it was one of those. Have you ever heard of Lord Voldemort?"
As he cocked the Webley, satisfied with the gun, he thought over all the people he knew of, both powered and not powered. "No, no I don't know any Lord Flight of Death. Should I?"
"Lord Fli-flight of death?" She said, stunned.
"Yeah," he said, moving into the corner to the left of the door and focusing the gun on it. "Voldemort is French, from what I remember from High School. If you break it down to vol, de, and mort, vol is flight, de means of, and mort is death. Vol also means thief, so it could be Thief of Death."
Before they could debate anymore, the door exploded off the hinges, landing right before the redhead. A second later, a being walked in, one that made Stephen shudder with revulsion. The…thing that emerged was a tall, skeletally thin, and frail snake-like man with nearly translucent skin. It's dark scarlet eyes were set in slits like a cat's; it's nose was flat as a snake's, and it's fingers are unnaturally long and thin, like a spider's legs. He had long, sharp, pale blue fingernails. It was wearing a black hooded cloak, with the hood down, and in its hands was a stick, about a foot long and the color of bone.
Before he could get over the shock of the being's looks, it had already had a brief conversation with the mother, before proceeding to make a unholy green bolt which hit the young woman, causing her to fall to the floor, most likely dead. This spurred him into motion, causing him to put all six rounds into the creature, before dropping it and running over to the bawling baby in his crib. As he picked up the baby, he heard the thing getting up.
"Foolish Muggle," it hissed as it raised the stick, "I don't know how you got here, but you too will die by the hands of Lord Voldemort. Avada Kedavra!"
To Stephen, things moved in slow motion. The same green bolt that killed the mother shot out of the stick, and towards him and Harry the baby. Before he realized what he was doing, he was holding his hand out, creating a vortex about a foot across halfway between him and the being, which was inches before the killing bolt. Stephen had just planned on sending the bolt to another place, and then sucking the being away, but that didn't happen. The second the green beam hit his portal, a flash of light engulfed the entire room.
For Sirius, who had just gotten to Godric's Hollow, he was astounded (and horrified) to see an unholy green light shining out of the windows of the nursery. Immediately, he ran into the house, pausing temporarily to mourn over the death of a Marauder, before heading up the stairs. At the nursery, he stopped, stunned. Lily was on the floor right in front of the crib, dead, Voldemort's robe and wand were on the ground, charred and smoldering, and, most importantly at this time, his Godson was sitting on the ground, right on top of a set of muggle clothes, bawling and alive.
While his mind was working at the speed of light, his body went on auto-pilot, packing up his Godson's belongings, along with the robes and wand of the missing Dark Lord, before transfiguring the dead redhead into a marble so he could transport her easier. After picking up his godson and calming him down, he did the same to the rest of the house.
As he exited, and was figuring out what he was going to do, he wondered where Harry had got his new distinguishing marks. The scar on his forehead he could understand, that could've happened as a result of flying debris (even if he couldn't tell why it was in the shape of a lightning bolt). However, he couldn't understand how the spiral tattoo-like thing had appeared around his nephew's navel, or the symbol's surrounding it.
Sighing, figuring he would find out later, he disapperated away from the wreck that was his deceased friend's house, seconds before a stunned Hagrid appeared via portkey.